Chapter 44 - Austin
austin
Watching Charlie move on top of me had to be what heaven on earth looked like. Her confidence. Her body. Her curves. It was unmatched.
Her hips rolled forward in slow, deliberate movements, her pace teasing as she bounced above me, her fingers digging into my shoulders to keep her balance—or maybe to ground herself in the chaos we were creating.
My wife. My stunning, filthy, beautiful wife, taking everything that belonged to her and giving me more than I ever deserved.
“Charlie,” I groaned, gripping her hips, shifting slightly to push deeper into her, her tight heat driving me insane.
We’d fucked in every position imaginable in the months we’d been together, but this? This was my favorite. Watching her completely free, moving with a confidence that radiated from her as she let every trace of self-doubt fall away, owning herself and me entirely.
She adjusted her movements, her pace picking up as she began to bounce harder, her body slamming down onto my cock, taking me as deep as I could go. The wet sounds of her arousal and our bodies colliding only spurred her on.
“More,” she whimpered. “I need more.”
Fuck, I’d give her everything she asked for. Everything.
“I want it from . . . behind.”
I hesitated. I’d avoided this position for so long, haunted by my past and the shame it carried. It had been a trigger for me, a reminder of a time when I felt disconnected. With Charlie, I always wanted her to feel how much she meant to me, how deeply I loved her.
Her forehead touched mine, grounding me as she softly pressed her lips against my cheek. “I trust you. I want this.”
Fuck it.
I gripped her waist tightly and effortlessly lifted her as I moved us from the chair to the bed. Positioning her on her knees, I turned her to face the headboard. Her breath hitched, her back arching as I leaned in close.
“Knees on the mattress. Hands on the headboard.”
She obeyed, crawling forward until her fingers wrapped around the headboard like she was bracing herself. The sight of her like this—completely open, completely mine—had my control hanging by a thread.
I moved in behind her, gripping her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as I lined myself up. Her ass was high in the air, her back arched perfectly, every inch of her on display.
I took a deep breath and pushed into her. Tight. Hot. Wet. Her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper. She fit me perfectly, squeezing me like she never wanted to let go.
She moaned, the sound raw, and the way she gripped me made my head spin. I stayed there, buried in her, feeling every pulse, every twitch, letting her body ground me before I lost control.
I tightened my grip on her waist, pulled back out, then slammed into her. Her moans echoed in the room. My hands dug into her hips, pulling her back onto me as I drove in deeper, the slap of skin loud and relentless.
She flexed her ass cheeks, squeezing me tight, and I groaned, the control slipping from my grasp. I thrust harder, letting her body milk every inch. Her movements synced with mine, her hips rolling back as her ass bounced against me.
I slid my thumb down, pressing against her tightest hole, teasing as I fucked her harder. She gasped, her back arching, but she didn’t stop moving. I pushed in slightly, her ass swallowing the tip of my thumb, driving me to thrust deeper, faster.
She clawed at the sheets, her head dropping as she cried out, her voice raw. “More,” she choked out, and I gave it to her.
Hard, unrelenting.
I slapped her ass, watching it jiggle as I filled her again and again. She moaned louder, her body tightening around me.
I slid my hand back to her tightest spot, circling it with my thumb. “You good with this?”
“Yes . . . fuck, yes.”
I pressed deeper, sliding my thumb into the tight heat of her ass, and her entire body tensed beneath me, clenching around both points of contact. She gasped, the sound sharp and desperate, her ass snug around my thumb while her pussy tightened on my cock.
The pressure was perfect, her body letting me know she liked every move I made.
Her moans grew louder as I fucked her harder, her ass gripping my thumb like it didn’t want to let go.
The intensity of it, the filth, the way she opened herself up so completely for me—it was overwhelming in the best way, every sensation amplified as I drove into her, giving her exactly what she begged for.
I paused, buried deep inside her. “I’m going to come inside you.”
“Please, fill me up. I need it. I need you.”
Her begging sent a rush of heat through me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I slammed into her, hard and relentless, feeling her body tighten around me as her cries grew louder, more frantic.
Her walls clenched, fluttering as her orgasm hit her, and she came undone, soaking my cock as her legs trembled violently.
I pulled my thumb from her ass, and the sudden emptiness pushed her over the edge completely. She screamed, her body shuddering as she gushed all over me, her wetness dripping down to my thighs.
The sight, the sounds, the feeling of her coming so hard was too much. I thrust deep one last time, groaning as I came, spilling into her in thick, hot pulses. It felt endless, my cock twitching as I filled her.
The mess was everywhere—her juices soaking me, my release spilling out of her, mixing together as we collapsed into the filthy chaos we’d created. She moaned softly, still trembling, and I stayed inside her, her body pulsing around me as we both tried to catch our breath.
I pulled out slowly, groaning as more of my release spilled from her, dripping down her thighs.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her shoulder before grabbing two towels from the closet.
After guiding her to the hall bathroom, I turned on the shower, adjusting the water to a warm cascade.
Steam filled the small space as I helped her step in, following close behind.
I grabbed the body wash and poured some into my hands as I moved around her, gently running it over her skin, the intimacy calming the heat that still lingered between us.
“It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow,” she whispered, her voice soft as she turned to face me.
She looped her arms around my neck, pulling me close, the water slipping between us as it poured over her body.
“I want to go home,” she said finally, her eyes searching mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice low. “We can stay here with Jacob.”
She shook her head, her arms still draped around my neck. “I’ll tell him. He won’t mind. He’ll understand.”
I nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I was actually hoping to host Nova and Scarlette Christmas Day. Thought maybe we could have everyone together for a while.”
“Really? You want me there?”
I circled her chin with my thumb. “Of course I want you there.”
“Will Nova be okay with that plan?”
I nodded and smiled. “She wants to meet you. We can invite them over.”
Charlie looked down. “If you want to. I don’t want you to feel pressured either.” Her beautiful eyes met mine, steady and sure as she tightened her grip around my neck. “But I want to, Austin.”
I sighed, leaning past her to turn off the water.
“We can get on a flight first thing tomorrow morning,” I said, brushing a quick kiss against her forehead.
I grabbed two towels and wrapped one around her as she nodded. “Yeah. That’ll give us time to pick up some gifts for Scarlette too. Maybe we can make the guest bedroom more kid friendly while we’re at it.”
The way she said it, the way her voice softened at the thought of Scarlette, made my chest ache in the best way.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, my heart full in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Charlie headed back to the room to grab her pajamas, but I veered toward the kitchen where I’d left my overnight bag. I paused and grabbed my phone while glancing down the hall to where she started packing her things into a small suitcase.
I tapped the screen and dialed her brother, turning so that she didn’t hear me.
Jacob answered after a few rings. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay and giving us some privacy. We’re heading back to Chicago tomorrow morning. Thought I’d let you know, in case you wanted to join us.”
“No problem. I’m glad you guys could work on whatever you needed to. I have to stick around for work, but maybe we can meet up after the holidays to have a proper introduction.”
I chuckled softly. “That would be great.”
My gaze drifted back to Charlie as she zipped her bag shut.
“Agreed,” Jacob said. “Safe travels, man.”
“Thanks,” I said and hung up.
I turned and walked back down the hall, and as I stepped into the room, she glanced up at me from where she was folding a sweatshirt.
“Who was it?”
“No one,” I replied casually, slipping my phone out of my pocket. “We’d better get to bed.”
I tapped a few screens and held up my phone to show her the confirmation. “First flight out,” I said, and she nodded in agreement.
She had slipped into a fresh pair of satin pajamas, the soft fabric clinging to her curves in a way that made my breath catch. I grabbed a pair of flannel sleep pants and a black T-shirt, quickly changing as the quiet of the house wrapped around us.
Just as we pulled the covers up and settled into the bed, a loud click echoed through the house. Before I could react, a piercing voice rang out, shrill and demanding.
“Jacob!”